Nothing. That's right, I've got nothing. I haven't had time to write anything for a while. That last poem I had actually written late last year, and turned in. So, maybe I'll just talk about me for once, eh? Seeing a counselor, finally. Her name's Julie. She helps, but also makes me feel like I'm a little kid with little kid problems. But it is helping me cope with my parents. Julie dosen't know about my anger problems yet, though. Well, she knows a little bit, I've only told her about my verbal outbursts where I start screaming my head off. But not the physical ones, I don't think I'll tell her about those, yet. She'll only try to help me. I don't want that kind of help. I just want it to stop. No more drugs, please.
As I had previously posted in a thread: "Julie will help you. Julie gives you happy pills and melatonin. Julie plays games with you, and tells you that your father has dosen't mean to hurt you. Julie understands. But Julie dosen't know..."
I'll just let it all build up, until one day....
Let's just hope I don't freeze up again...
DrasBrisingr · Sun May 01, 2005 @ 09:58pm · 1 Comments |